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Pockets
Shoplifting cigarettes, running the pool table, creating a “pocket prairie”
March 2026
The Night I Don't Remember
It doesn’t matter how many AA meetings you go to. As long as you are taking oxycodone and oxymorphone, you’re going to be high, and, as long as you have complex regional pain syndrome, you’re going to be taking something serious for the pain.
March 2026
Lasciare Stare
My father took a puff from his Camel / and dispatched his message / in smoky cursive, Lasciare stare, / then said it again softly
February 2026Stirring the Pot
Leading a strike, starting trouble between sisters, feeding strangers
January 2026
Waterfall
Sex, to me, was like a solvent, cutting through layers of everyday grime. Without it, irritations accumulated with no way of wiping the slate clean; disappointment coagulated into distress. I felt forlorn, restless, and disconnected. Yet no matter how many times I sounded the alarm, my husband never seemed to hear me.
January 2026
I Always Wanted a Wife
I didn’t mean to / eat your berries, he’d sing after eating / all the blackberries I’d been saving / for breakfast, and I couldn’t be mad then / because he’d made me laugh.
January 2026Don’t Be Alarmed
After her third glass of wine, Beatrice got up to look at Bert and Martin’s wedding photo, the one with the understated silver frame and the two of them making out like teenagers, Martin’s leg wrapped around Bert’s thigh. It was supposed to be a joke, but they ended up liking it. She stared at it and thought, This was the man I thought I was spending my life with.
December 2025
House Hunting
Our sordid credit history seems to sadden more than shock her. Such nice people, she must be thinking. How do these things happen?
December 2025
On Walking
To love walking is to love the body, and this has been a barrier for me. Walking requires us to be a physical presence moving in a physical space. Your body is on display, with all its jostling parts and creaky joints. I know it’s vanity—this self-consciousness, this awareness of other people’s eyes—but it was something I shouldered when I walked, something that made me seek the comfort of a climate-controlled car.
December 2025
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